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Tall and fairly strongly built, with well-groomed black hair, green eyes, a strong aquiline nose and a rather arrogant air. Has a large adam's apple and soft hands uncalloused by any kind of physical labour. Can play piano.

Poor kid, he didn't do anything to deserve this. Born into a life of luxury as the only son of a sector governor, Charro thoroughly enjoyed the first 18 years of his life. The latest VR-game machines, mountains of toys, holo-comics, and later on, the richest girlfriends and the fastest hover cars; nothing was too much for the lad. But if Charro himself, surrounded by a crowd of laughing, well-dressed friends at all times, was indulgent, his father was doubly-so. Governer Garlack Hootzal, an idle, violent-tempered aristocrat, would stop at nothing in his quest for material fulfilment and general debauchery. He scandalized the galaxy for many a year with his wild parties, his drug use and his mistresses, but he overstepped the line when he was found guilty of funding and supporting black markets all across his sector in a breakthrough enquiry by the law enforcement.
Garlack himself was punished by way of a rather creative execution, broadcast live to homes throughout the galaxy, but there was some confusion as to what to do with his son. The Magisters didn't feel quite right executing the boy for his father's misdeeds, and eventually the problem was solved by an up-and-coming Magistral Aide, who boldly suggested that the young man be sent off to join a certain organization just one step off from an execution.
Thus, the Magisters celebrated with champagne and cigars and congratulated themselves on taking care of the whole Hootzal mess, the Aide received a much longed-for promotion, and poor, pampered young Charro was shipped off to join the HMR Corps.

Reason assigned to HMRC: His father's numerous and varied crimes as a sector governor.

Cause of death: Got run over by an enormous Centipede like creature. Twice.